The drive to the mall was short, yet it seemed to have taken an eternity for Ariel as she sat quietly beside Volkov.
They didn't say anything to each other until the car stopped in front of a building that rose like a glass palace, cold and immaculate. Its doors slid open the moment Volkov stepped out.
The guards were the first move, lined side by side, in black suits, earpieces in their ears, eyes scanning every corner like danger could pop out any second.
‘ The danger is him.’ Ariel commented in her mind as she followed him in.
Her hand was still in his grip. Not gentle. Not painful.
Ariel tried not to think of the heat of his palm against her hand, her skin, how possessive it felt, how it heightened her senses that..
someone was holding her hand.
‘ Hey, snap out of it, Ariel,
